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Emily Grey comes to an elite university on a scholarship, determined to stay invisible. Julian Blackwell—the billionaire heir who rules the campus—has never been denied anything… until her. One dangerous encounter turns into an obsession neither of them can escape. As rumors explode, enemies close in, and dark family secrets surface, Emily is pulled into a world of power, control, and scrutiny. Loving Julian is risky. Leaving him might be impossible. The Billionaire Prince’s Scholar is a high-stakes romance where attraction turns obsessive and love comes with a price.

Sapphire's gripping journey from privilege to adversity as her father's wealth and freedom are ripped away by a ruthless adversary. Taken in by her protective aunt and cloistered by her safety, sapphire's life takes an unexpected turn when she secures a scholarship to california's most prestigious school. Amidst the opulence and secrets of the elite, sapphire finds love in the charming Quicney, only to have carefully guarded identity exposed. Will she reclaim her stolen legacy and forge her own path in a world teeming with betrayal and desire?.

Monica stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, and he couldn't look away. Her waist might be the narrowest waist that he had ever seen, and he was wondering how it felt to hug that waist. Finally, he made up his mind and decided to say hello to her, but suddenly... [Target has been found!] "Huh?" [Welcome to Scumbag System!] [The more woman you have, the more rewards you will receive!] [As a starting gift, you have received "Japanese Food Cooking Mastery"!] [As the first target has been found, you also receive 500 million yen on your back account!] [The journey has only been started!] [Work hard, young man!] "???????" Monica frowned and said, "I refuse!" without hesitation, but after a while... "I refuse!... I really refuse!... I really try hard to refuse!... Sorry, I can't refuse it...." Monica tried really hard, but he couldn't...

In the previous timeline, my younger brother was adopted by a wealthy family, while I was taken in by a scrap collector. Ten years later, he was cast out by the elite household, while I had built the most prominent steel company in Kingsport City. Given a second chance, my brother tried to walk the same path I once did. He begged the scrap collector to take him instead. Though what he never understood was that without me, the steel company that was renowned throughout Kingsport City would never have existed.

“Why are you in daze again?” Hillary asked Kath when she caught her staring at the passenger for too long. Kath quickly switched her look elsewhere, like she hadn't done what her buddy had said. "I'm not! I'm not!" she lied, but her companion noticed her holding the square cufflink with a jade stone in it. Katherine Del Valle has been hunting for the owner of the cufflink for 10 years, but while she is looking, she meets a domineering passenger on the plane and tries to entice her. What would happen if she fell in love with him? Can he help her find the owner of the cufflink, or will he be the one to derail her plan?

Maya Chen's life is a mess. Her ex just got engaged to her coworker, she stress-eats ramen for dinner, and now she's desperate enough to interview at Sterling Industries—a company so elite she's pretty sure they'll laugh her out of the building. But Damien Sterling doesn't laugh. The gorgeous, intense CEO offers her the job on the spot, and Maya's suspicious. Guys who look like him don't just hand out six-figure positions to girls who bought their interview outfit at Target.

In my seven years of being married to my husband, Mark Chapman, he always gives me whatever I ask for and prioritizes me in everything. This goes on until he keeps sending food coupons to a female college student named Hayley Larkson. Not only that, he stands up for her and beats up some thugs on her behalf. One time, he even takes her to the hospital to get treatment. Holding a toy, my daughter asks Mark innocently, "Dad, Ms. Larkson is so gentle and pretty. She's not as strict and mean as Mom, who always makes me do homework. Can you ask her to move in and be my teacher?" Mark smiles and replies, "Sure." I stand frozen in a corner, my lips trembling. Just then, the system's cold voice speaks in my mind. It asks if I want to go home. I close my eyes and reply, "Take me home."

The day Jack Prescott's family went "bankrupt," he dumped me on the spot. "My mom's house is getting auctioned. I don't want you dragged into this." I actually bought it. Went against my family and stuck by him, slinging street food just to scrape by. "Don't stress. I'll help you buy it back." Three years of nonstop work—burn scars up and down my arms—and I finally scraped together a small fortune. The day we were supposed to sign the papers, I caught him on the phone. "Jack, you coming back?" some guy asked. Jack flicked his cigarette, all smug. "What's the rush? I'm still milking this sad little simp. She's totally whipped. It just keeps getting funnier." All that time, all that love? Just a joke to him.

32 year old Sophie decided it's time to stop hiding so she filled up an application to be a Sugar Baby. Weekends that used to be filled up with Netflix and comfort food are now changed into a high-paying profession. Well, weekend profession. She's still the busy working mom of 2 during the weekdays. 19 year old Abigail is the average college girl who has a cuckoo aunt. Her proposal has backfired when her aunt decided to use her info in the profile she's setting up at Cupcake, a Sugar Baby website. Let's hope nobody finds out Abigail signed up as a Sugar Baby. Let's pray harder for Aunt Sophie who has the confidence to pull off being an Abigail during the weekends. Cross your fingers! And your legs too, Soph. I mean, Abby. Err, Weekend-Abby. Cross your legs, Weekend-Abby!

My neighbors across the hall had a nasty habit of stealing. This included my food deliveries, my shoes from the cabinet, and even my clothes drying on the rooftop. Nothing was safe from them. I had enough. One day, I placed a pair of shoes borrowed from my friend, who was battling an extreme case of athlete’s foot, outside my door. Not long after they stole them, they came banging on my door in the middle of the night, furious about the outbreak on their feet. They even filed a complaint at the hospital where I work. I was so furious that I invited a few homeless patients to move in. A muscular man with HIV, an elderly woman with syphilis, and a young man with severe mental health issues became their new neighbors. The thieves could not handle it and begged the landlord to evict them. However, the joke was on them. My family owned the entire building. If anyone was leaving, it certainly was not me.